Not once did she complain, not when her husband died, or when her son went away, or when she was the only one left on the whole street. The Lord gave, the Lord took, muttered Anghelina hidden behind the corner of her headscarf, with a resignation that had grown inside her the way moss grows moist on the bark of the fir. Now she sits in the yard, perched on top of the coop and looks down to what the Lord has given lately. The flood took all her chickens and brought a fridge into her yard. A crumpled and wet drawing of a rainbow still hangs on its door.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In September 2022, the group has 9,250 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
